Declan had returned to work after a few weeks off. He was hurrying into his cabin, instructing Francis on something. When he saw Derrek standing right in front of the cabin, his steps came to a halt. He had not spoken to him or met with him since he returned.
So much happened during those days. He had been busy with matters about Yasmin and had not had time to contact him. By looking at Derrek's haggard face, he could tell how much pain he had been through recently.
"I will call you later," he murmured and motioned for Francis to leave, his gaze never leaving Derrek's.
"Sure. The meeting is in an hour." Francis didn't forget to remind him before leaving.
Declan walked into the cabin, saying, "Come in."
Derrek followed him in with his head bowed.
"How are things going?" Declan inquired, turning to face him.
Derrek hugged him in an instant, crying hard. He made no sound; only his shoulders were shaking.
